Good Girl

His POV I came here with one goal—to kill this sweet little creature while she was sleeping. But I couldn’t contain my urge to play with my food for a bit. To torture her, to tease that sweet little body until she was begging to be exorcised from it. And now I was standing in front of a dilemma. Should I kill her, or should I fuck her first?I looked at her and saw a hopeful little girl who was scared of dying. I saw someone who was brave enough to wish for sex in their last minutes, someone whose pulse was still beating hard, whose skin was flushed, and whose excitement was showing by the goosebumps on her skin. In all honesty, I had never in my entire career as a hitman let myself get close to a victim, and rarely were there words that could make me stop or slow down the killing process, but somehow her appeal stopped me in my tracks. This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking her, p

Open For Me

Her POV“Good enough to eat. ” I couldn’t believe the words that left my mouth. Who was I? What had happened to me? When did I become so brazen? Maybe it was the thought that I was gonna die that allowed me to say anything I wanted. Maybe it was something else entirely. “Pathetic.” His voice was calm and collected, but the way he said the word made me flinch from embarrassment. He was right. I was pathetic. I was trying to convince a murderer to fuck me, to eat me out. But the truth was that I couldn’t care less what he thought about me, and that’s why the only reaction I gave him was my smile. A genuine one, even. I heard him moving around, but the sounds were not enough for me to recognize from which direction his next attack was going to come. Would he pinch my breasts again? Would he slap my pussy? Would he spit on me?The last thought surprised even my mind, which had become too corrupted after the thought of dying. “What got you so excited, doll?” His words caressed my sou

Squirt For Me

“Desperate little slut.” His tongue swirled around the bud, making me moan. “Is that what you wanted?”“Yes." I groaned when the sharp end of his tongue flicked against my hard skin. New feelings filled my mind, and fireworks of sensations exploded behind my eyelids. My skin was burning and only he could put it out. “Yes, what?” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me go insane. “Yes, sir.” Just as the words left my mouth, I felt him sucking my nub. I meowed and raised my chest, my head growing hazy from the sensation. His lips left my breast. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide so he could put his fingers in there. Only that it wasn’t fingers that ended up on my tongue, but a slick liquid. “Swallow. ”I nodded and did as he said. “Show me. ”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it. “Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you. ”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit. His mouth went

Tell Me How You Want It

I almost passed out from the sensation. It was so overwhelming that my brain blew up, and bliss took over its place. I was both frozen and trembling. I couldn’t control the quivering of my body and the shakes that rocked it. I hadn’t realized that I had screamed until I felt my sore throat spasming when I tried to gulp. I was out of this world, and nothing material could bring me back into it. I heard movements, and I felt things, but my mind just couldn’t comprehend anything other than the euphoric sensation that rocked through my body. Maybe it took seconds, maybe minutes, maybe hours, but finally, my mind cleared up, and I returned to the present. Nothing was touching me, and while there was the smell of sex in the air, I couldn’t not doubt if I hadn’t imagined the whole thing. Because it was like something from my fantasies. I have always wanted a man obsessed with me, a man capable of holding all the control, but at the same time willing to give me the pleasure I deserved.

Please Her Once More

His POVSeeing her wriggle and moan did something to me, something no woman had done in a long time. A weird feeling filled my chest, and a surprising need burst in my dick. I had to have her. I had to fuck that pussy until she was in pain from soreness, until my come was leaking from it, until I grew tired of her moans. I looked at the creature in front of me. She had just come from a knife, something that a limited amount of people were willing to try. But that brave little thing had taken it like the good slut she was, and in the end, I was sure she wanted more. I stood from the bed and removed my clothes, which had gone wet from her squirt, another thing she surprised me with, and had stuck to my skin. I was a mess. The whole situation was a mess, and I didn’t want to think about what was going to follow once the sun showed up on the horizon. We still had some time left, and I wasn’t planning on losing it. “Are you ready, slut?” My words were harsh, but by the clenching of

Too Much...Please...

Her POVYou know what’s to follow. His words made me tremble and, at the same time, freeze in fear. That was it. The End. I was going to die on this day, the date was... I was going to die on a day I didn’t even remember the date. I exhaled, preparing myself for the worst, my body not knowing how to react to get stiff or completely loose, to try to escape the knife, or to not prolong the torture of the blade. Conflicted was an understatement of what I felt. Maybe I could lie to my brain and tell it I was just going to sleep, that everything was going to be okay, that this night, the best night of my life, wasn’t with the man who was supposed to kill me. Suddenly, I was yanked from my thoughts by a wet feeling on my clit. I gasped, surprised. “What are you doing?”My cunt was clenching by itself, once again empty from a cock. And while it still was moderately sore, I’d have loved to have it filled with something while I was dying. The dark thought made my heart race and my eyebr